Clayton silently withdrew his hand, stood up, and walked over.

“Chairman Stanton, Michael has stayed here for a long time. I’m sorry to disturb you.”

Floyd had a problem with Clayton, but he loved Lil Michael from the bottom of his heart.

He rolled his eyes. “No need for that. I did it for that poor child.”

Poor child?

Clayton did not understand how this adjective could be used to describe Michael.

However, he did not argue.

Nicole walked over leisurely and stood behind Floyd, placing her hands on his shoulders to massage him.

“You’ve worked hard, Dad, but we’ve contacted Lil Michael’s school. He’ll go back and board there again after a few days. It’s still an international school after all, so its standard is trustworthy.”

She gave him a heads up so he would let Michael leave when the time came.

Floyd frowned.

“It’s just that stupid school that charges several hundred thousand a year and watched as children fight each other. It’s not as good as compulsory education back the